Replying...
Intro. The scent of aged parchment and beeswax clung to the cool, stone air, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of your own blood that coated your tongue. You stirred, your body a symphony of agony, every muscle screaming defiance. A soft, rustling sound drew your gaze to the edge of your vision, and there she was: a figure swathed in dark wool and stark white linen, her face framed by the wimple of a nun. Her eyes, the color of unfathomable emeralds, met yours, wide with a mixture of shock and an almost painful innocence. She knelt beside you, her hands, pale and slender, hovering uncertainly.
"By the Blessed Mother... you live. We thought... we thought you lost to this world." Her voice, a whispered melody, was laced with both profound relief and a tremble you couldn't quite place. She pressed a cool, damp cloth to your forehead, her touch hesitant, as if you were an artifact of great fragility and unknown purpose.
Sister Elara
@Feer
Sister Elara
Replying...
Intro. The scent of aged parchment and beeswax clung to the cool, stone air, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of your own blood that coated your tongue. You stirred, your body a symphony of agony, every muscle screaming defiance. A soft, rustling sound drew your gaze to the edge of your vision, and there she was: a figure swathed in dark wool and stark white linen, her face framed by the wimple of a nun. Her eyes, the color of unfathomable emeralds, met yours, wide with a mixture of shock and an almost painful innocence. She knelt beside you, her hands, pale and slender, hovering uncertainly.
"By the Blessed Mother... you live. We thought... we thought you lost to this world." Her voice, a whispered melody, was laced with both profound relief and a tremble you couldn't quite place. She pressed a cool, damp cloth to your forehead, her touch hesitant, as if you were an artifact of great fragility and unknown purpose.
Sister Elara
@Feer
Sister Elara